SEASONS OF SEX, Part 2

WINTER, 1967-68

It was December 31, 1967, and for the 1st time in my spirit I had an existent engagement for New Year 's Eve. It was n't anything particularly exciting ; but just the fact that I got to stay out past midnight—with Annabelle—made it extraordinary.

I picked up Annabelle around 7 p.m. and we drove to Zeb Theodore Samuel Williams 's house. Zeb was a friend from church who wanted us to converge his new girlfriend friend. Zeb was the vernal of about eight children, and his widow mom was pretty old compared to my parents. She served us a nice supper and then went to bed early.

Zeb 's girl Friend, Amy, was a cunning blonde, a Jr at Zeb 's schooltime. I liked her smiling, her sense of humor, and her unawares skirt. The four of us took over Zeb 's humble living way. There were two couch in the room, on English-Gothic architecture wall, with a television set in the recession. Annabelle and I settled in on one sofa while Zeb and Amy took the one to our left wing. There was n't much of interest on TV, but we were n't looking at it anyway. Annabelle snuggled up to me and all I cared about was snuggling.

In the midriff of one particularly delectable knife buss, Annabelle reached for my zipper and began to slide it down. I nervously glanced over att Zeb and Amy, but they weren't looking at us ; Amy was straddling Zeb, her miniskirt hiked up to break lilliputian T. H. White two-piece pantie and just a hint of asscrack. She was grinding herself in slow leisurely circles against his crotch. Annabelle slid her manus inside my pant to fondle the bulge in my short pants. Her minidress was already showing off her girlish second joint, and it was no difficulty for me to encounter her moist crotch with my finger's breadth. She hunched herself against my hand, making her scanty even wetter, and soon my finger were inside her panties, and then inside her, as she breathed heavily in my ear."Feels good, kink, so nice, your digit in me, oh God, oh, Rick, you feel so hard, so big ... ..mmmmm ... .."She licked my ear and squeezed my prick, then opened my trouser so she could slide her helping hand inside my underwear. Her touch on my cock was light and magical, and soon I was pulling my knickers and underclothing down, as oblivious to the others in the way as they were to us.

But Annabelle was in no hastiness. Once my penis was sticking bravely up out of my lap, she placed her rima oris on it, her knife and back talk and fingers working the trick they had learned so well. She cradled my balls in one hand while squeezing my scape with the former ; then she licked the penis all the way up from scrotum to tip, her centre meeting mine the whole way. A crystalize droplet appeared at the tip, and she caught it on her tongue. When it stretched out between penis and mouth, she slurped it in like a strand of spaghetti. Then took my cockhead into her mouth and moved it in and out, moving her knife over the sensitive spot just below the glans. I moaned involuntarily, and she withdrew for a moment, just watching my penis throb heatedly in her hand.

I heard moans coming from across the room and saw that Amy was now on her articulatio genus fumbling with Zeb's zipper and pulling his drawers down. She nibbled at the protuberance in his short circuit, soaking his underclothing and making the jut big, until in impatience he lifted his rear off the couch and she pulled his boxershorts down so his stopcock could spring absolve. I was amazed at its size, and hoped Annabelle wasn't looking, because I knew I would brook by comparison.

Annabelle wasn't looking. She was moving her typeface up to mine for a juicy tongue kiss, and smearing my plenteous precum juice over my turgid hot dog with her slickened finger. I enjoyed tasting myself in her backtalk, feeling my own salty trickery ruffle with her saliva. She placed a hired man on each of my shoulders and straddled me, lowering her crotch to rub against my tighten hammer. I found my hands sliding into her scanty and cradling her boyish asscheeks, one finger pushing gently against her little asshole.

"Oh, God, crick, yessss…."She stretched her legs out so I could slide her scanty down to her thighs, and then she lowered her bare, dripping private parts to mine, my cock sliding between her thighs and rubbing against the soft hairs of her molten little cunt."I don't think I can direct this much farsighted, crick,"she whispered.

"You're in fortune, Annabelle. I don't GET much longer."And I slotted myself right into her sweetly sloppy heat.

Annabelle's red-blooded groan got the attention of Zeb and Amy. Amy slid Zeb's cock out of her oral cavity to plow in our direction. She grinned, and Zeb gave me a"thumbs up"before turning back to Amy and inviting her to climb on top of him. She pulled her soaked step-in off and did as he asked. I enjoyed, for a moment, the heap of her bare stern as she impaled herself on Zeb's member ; but then I turned my attention back to the labor at hand.

With Annabelle rotating herself sensuously on and off and around my cock, I slid my manus up her rachis. She wore no bra, and my hands traveled up past her shoulder sword. I pulled my bridge player out and began to unbutton her blouse, and she assisted by raising herself up, placing all her system of weights on our merged crotches, which made us both moan with pleasure. Similar grunts and groan were coming from the other sofa, and I really hoped Mrs. Hiram Williams had taken a powerful tranquillizing before retiring.

With her shirt unfold, Annabelle's tiny breast were available for my attention. Her nipples were severe little nubbins, centered on their delicate little breast-bumps, and Annabelle weighed so little it was no effort to carry her up by the chest. When our rima oris met again and our knife tangled, it was as if we were truly joined together. Mouth, genital organ, chest of drawers, paw, all intermingling. She opened my shirt and found my nipples, and I somehow knew the coming orgasm would be a especial one.

I tried to defer it as long as I could. I at least precious to outlast Zeb, who was sliding himself in and out of his fille with miry drive and increasing oink. But soon I was emptying myself into Annabelle, and she began to come as well, and her moans became shrieking, and our trunk moved together faster and faster, lubricated by our commix juices and the all-consuming lustfulness that took us over and forced us into stroke after virgule. Annabelle was experiencing multiple orgasms, her oculus rolled back into her head, her little butt rising up and slamming down, her fingers raking across my chest of drawers as I pumped still more thick hot jism up into her welcoming twat.

I lay there exhausted, Annabelle on top of me, her vagina still squeezing my turncock with involuntary little contraction. Zeb and Amy were just reaching their orgasm, and I watched as her posterior moved on and off his shaft, the creamy semen overflowing more and more with each dip. They made less noise than we had as they came, and when they were finished Amy slid herself off of Zeb's stiff rooster and landed on the sofa with her oozing cunt on to the full display. Only her copious pubic haircloth kept Zeb's seed from leaking onto the cushion. She reached down with her fingerbreadth and wiped herself ; then she sucked her fingers off with relish.

Annabelle and I did them one better ; she crawled up my exhausted body and lowered her dripping crotch to my mouth and let me lick her clean and jerk. She had another piffling sexual climax in the cognitive operation, and then it was her turn to crash, feast eagled, her red-haired pussy visible to the whole room.

The planetary house was dumb except for our breathing and the ticking of a grandfather clock in the hallway. The clock began slowly to strike midnight.

It was 1968.

Going back to schooltime was a piffling awkward. I hadn't seen Belinda for a brace of calendar week, and I hadn't called her, and she had no reason to mistrust that I was as concern in her as I was.

She wasn't mean value to me, but she didn't go out of her way to speak to me, either. She did seem to philander more with some of the other boys, smiling coquettishly and laughing at their jokes, leaning up against them to a greater extent than was requirement, fingering the top push button on her blouse as she talked to them.

To me she was civic. We had to sing together, so we had to get along together, but cypher could have mistaken us for friends.

Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. Oh, was there ever Annabelle ! If I wasn't hard just from thinking about her, I'd get backbreaking the minute she came into the room. And she was more than happy to unbosom my hardness. It was so frustrating that we went to different shoal ! For the most part, we saw each former only at church-related result, and our thoughts and actions on those occasion were far from spiritual.

For the senior high school Valentine's Day party, Annabelle wore a very shortly, bright red conglomerate dress which emphasized her tiny tits. Her legs were covered in ashen leotards decorated with red sum. The tights seemed to give her the freedom to sit and dance with more than abandon than common, and I ( along with the rest of the young person ) was given many coup d'oeil of her privates and her sweetly little buttocks, heart-covered in its pie-eyed casing. We left the church as soon as we could without being obvious and headed straight for her her business firm and her parents'rec elbow room. Her parents, conveniently, were gone for the evening. In no prison term I was pulling down her cute tights—somewhat moist in the crotch—to reveal her red hair and pink twat lips. My knickers came down as well, and soon I was sliding myself into her, cupping her little cordiform ass in my custody as we exchanged Valentine in the best way possible.

Finally, though, I called to ask Belinda out. Not on a weekend, those were reserved for Annabelle, but on a Thursday night, to go to a motion-picture show. She hesitated, then said,"I guess so."Not exactly enthusiastic, but I 'd admit what I could get.

I pulled my parents'eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs'drive, got out and nervously border the doorbell. It was answered by an attractive char of about 35. She had Belinda's disconsolate hair -- though shorter -- and her stunning aristocratical eyes.

"You must be Richard,"she said, smiling warmly."Please, hail on in. I 'm Lou, Belinda 's mother."Mrs. Carr was wearing a short, loose housedress that had a rather low neckline and a rather high hemline. But I could n't stare, because she was in the process of introducing me to her rather bombastic and sturdy-looking husband."Richard, This is Tom. Tom, Richard is taking Belinda out.

Mr. Carr was wearing a flat-top haircut, apparel mire, dress shoes, and a skinny white t shirt that revealed well-developed arms and chest. He smiled perfunctorily as he took my manus."hello, Richard. You 'll stimulate her dwelling house by midnight ?"

"Yes, sir,"I promised. I did n't add that my own curfew was 10:00 on schooling nights.

Mrs. Carr ushered me into the support room."Belinda will be quick in just a petty bit. Can I get you a snow or something ?"

"No, thanks."And she closed the door and left me alone to fidget on the sofa.

But not for long. The threshold opened and an amazingly cute fille stuck her head in."Hi, I 'm Steffie. Are you Richard ?"She closed the door behind her and plopped herself down beside me. Very close beside me."Belinda 's actual excited about going out with you."

"Oh ? fountainhead, good ..."I was somewhat distracted by the fact that her miniskirt was riding up to ease up me a healthy glimpse of her second joint and a wind of pink panties.

"You 're cute. She said you were."She rested a hand on my thigh with neat impropriety."We 're sisters, we tell each former most everything."

"Oh, really ? Well, good.."

Steffie 's handwriting slid over to my privates."She 's nowhere good ready. desire me to go down on you while we wait ?"

My sassing dropped, and she took the chance to give me an amazing tongue kiss."Mmmm, it 's getting severely already !"

This was, of course of study honest, but it seemed grossly unfair to my date to be making out with her picayune sister."Uhhh ... Steffie ? How old are you ?"

"I 'll be fourteen next calendar week. Too untried ?"She pressed a business firm Edward Young white meat into my arm.

"fountainhead, not exactly, but ..."

"But what ? I know how to do heaps of things."She demonstrated by giving my cock an expert power play with one hired man and briskly scratching one of my pap with the other.

My response was to jump and travel away from her."Look, Steffie, I do n't think it 's right—I mean value, I came to see Belinda, and—well—"

"I 'm prettier than her, are n't I ?"She demonstrated this by opening her legs and jutting out her dresser. Her breasts were already more impressive than Belinda 's, and her panty-clad kitty was clearly outlined for my viewing pleasure.

I could n't negate her."That 's not the pointedness,"I said.

looking at trauma and disappointed, she moved away from me just as the door opened and Belinda came in.

"Sorry to observe you waiting, Richard. Has Steffie been bothering you ?"

"No ... no. You look nice."She did, too. A form-fitting white top with nipples sexily outlined, and fuddled blueing slacks clinging to her bring down curve ball, almost made me forget about her tempting baby. We said our goodbyes to her parents and headed for downtown.

I was pleased that, with the entire front seat to choose from, Belinda chose to sit very close to me. As we drove off, she slid a hand between my thighs, finding my swollen phallus."Do we really want to go to a film ?"she asked.

I stammered around, totally unprepared for this possible change of plan."Well, I—I think it 's a good one, and—"

She laughed."It 's okay, I 'm just teasing you."She leaned over to nest my cheek and then sat back and leaned her head on my shoulder."You are really to easy to tease, you know."

It's amazing we got to the movie in one piece. It's really difficult to direct a car when it's floating three base off the ground.

In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda's hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the definitive"Maybe I Can Cop a Feel"spot. She made it slowly for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her loaded nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingerbreadth. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering osculation, and she whispered into my mouth,"Watch the movie."

I watched, but I was paying far more attention to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman's post-college trouble when I, a bare high school scholar, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark ? I wondered idly where she had learned to take on with a cock that way, but it really didn't matter much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my prick strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my severely manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and make placid, sexy comments about : `` MMM, slick, hot, smooth .... '' ( slurp ) `` tasty ... '' -- as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her caput to my lap and was sliding my rooster in and out of her mouth.

It was twisting, because she clearly had no intention of bringing me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My bridge player moved to her aphrodisiacal rear ; and when I found the rear zip I slid it gently down. I slipped my handwriting down the back of her slack and found the waistcloth of her panties ; inside the panty I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my groin.

After about fifteen minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to view the movie. We spent the adjacent hour and a half with our eyes on the screen door but our paw in exciting, intimate place. My cock thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hired hand found its way down her top to her hard mammilla. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and tum, seeming especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touching. My handwriting found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the honeyed slit of her snatch which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My penis was voiceless, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers.

As the plastic film ended and the credits began to revolve, she fastened up her habiliment and left me to stuff my gorge cock back into mine ; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the seat in front of me.

We walked out of the dramatics, Belinda smiling with modest amusement at my somewhat awkward gait : my cock and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only travel very slowly and carefully.

Once we were back in the Chevy, and she was snuggled up against me once again, I asked,"Where to ? I don't want to go straightaway home."

"I think I know a situation we can go,"she said, lightly stroking my crotch again."I have a supporter who goes there all the time."

She directed me to a wooded area not far from her house. We turned up a crushed rock road and parked in a plantation of trees. It was dour, but moonshine and faint from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well.

There was an clumsy moment. It seemed obvious that she wanted to make dearest, but did she really ?

I asked,"Do you want to sit in the front or in the back ?

She looked at me with a funny, mocking variety of look."The strawman seat is fine."

So I really didn't know any Sir Thomas More than I did before.

But then she opened her drop-off and pulled them off in one legato movement. She smiled at me mischievously and slipped just as quickly out of her panties. The car was filled with the pungent olfactory sensation of her sex.

I moved a hand up from her knee to her crotch and slipped my digit into her hot wetness. Kissing her and nuzzling her ear, I whispered,"Maybe the binding seat would be better."

She kissed me fiercely and then turned around to clamber into the spinal column. Her nude ass was in my grimace as she struggled over, and I couldn't resist giving her a little helpful push button right at the dampish juncture of thigh and buttocks. She tumbled into the back fundament and spread her stage wide. Her wet, haired grab glistened in the dim light source, and I hurriedly removed my trouser and shorts and clambered into the spinal column bottom after her, my satiate turncock wobbling and dripping.

She pulled her shirt up, giving me a nice aspect of her pretty little breasts and their hardened brown mammilla. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her snatch, getting it good and wet, and I knew that I could be intimate her whenever I wanted. It seemed a good idea to go slowly, to thread the process out, to cook it last. I kissed and licked her pap and then sucked each one gently. Her deal moved to my penis and stroked it lightly, as if to examine its weight and rigorousness. She squeezed me and lubricated her fingers with my oozings. Those slick fingers slid over and around my cockhead, bringing me to further hardness and causing me to drop more thick succus onto her belly and pubic hair. Meanwhile, her other hired man unbuttoned my shirt and teased my hard nipples, then slid one shot to fondle my bare buttocks.

"Oh, Belinda,"I murmured,"be heedful ... I could amount any second ..."

"No staying power, Ricky ? I want you to come, but inside me."

Those words almost made me come then and there."I should have let your Sister do what she wanted ... then I'd have better control."

Belinda stiffened, and I could tell I'd said the wrong affair. Her manus moved from my eubstance and fell to the car seat."And just what did my sis want to do ?"

"It doesn't matter ... I didn't let her ..."

"What did she want ?"

"She wanted to afford me a coke job. But she didn't, there wasn't time—"

Belinda began to scramble out from under me."So, there wasn't meter. How terribly sad for you !"

"No, Belinda, I—"

"Get off me. Take me home."

"Oh, please—"

"GET OFF ME ! !"

I got off her, my hot cock still wobbling from my crotch. She fumed and fussed as she found her clothing and put it on, piece by piece, and I did the same with mine, though it was difficult to slip my down in the mouth garments over my swollen, oozing penis. She opened the plunk for threshold and stood outside in the wickedness to straighten herself, and then we were both sitting silently in the front seat.

"takings me home, please."

I took her home plate, totally mystified, my cock finally losing its hardness, as if realizing it wasn't getting any more entertainment tonight. When we reached her theatre, she barely waited for the car to break in the driveway before opening the door and storming inside.

I drove home in anger and frustration, my hard-on returning. But I couldn't bring myself to fuck off. This erection had been for Belinda, and it didn't seem right to use it just for myself.

But the next weekend when I saw Annabelle, it seemed okay to share it with person else. For one thing, it was her birthday. When we were finished and pulled apart, she said,"My God, wrick, you came by the Imperial gallon !"White jism was pouring out of her pussy onto the leather car seat. She grinned and rubbed it into her pubic pilus, her bottom, her belly."proficient stuff, Rick. I'm gon na look like a whorehouse."

"I think you smell wonderful,"I said, lowering my typeface to her crotch and taking a skilful long puff of her surcharge twat before moving my tongue in to lap up our combined juices.

"Know what ?"she said."I'm a rapist."

"Huh ?"

"I'm eighteen. You're not. I have just committed statutory rape."

"You shameless hussy. And me a helpless young victim. It's too bad I can't guard myself from your brazen advances. Why, if you were to dishonor me again, I couldn't possibly quit you."

And I didn't.

St. Patrick 's Day was just a few Day later, and there was a party at church—not because the good angel 's account had any peculiar place in our tradition, but because we teen needed to be kept off the streets and out of the beer which was flowing throughout the city.

We were supposed to come in Irish costume, or at least wear green. I just wore blueness jeans, a lily-white shirt and a greenish vest along with an old leather cap I thought looked vaguely Irish or at least British. But Annabelle was, as usual, a bit over the top, dressed as a leprechaun. Are leprechauns ever female ? This one sure was. Actually, it may have started out as a Tinkerbelle costume, but the gain of a few lesser yellow trefoil and a green tam created the compensate illusion. It was a short turnout, and her mere white legs and red pilus made her look Irish people indeed.

Of course, I didn't get to see SOME of her red hair till we were parked overlooking the river and her green panties slid to the flooring and my stiff shaft slid its way inside her."nonsuch be praised,"I said."I've found me pot of gold."

She felt so warm and endearing I came almost as soon as I started thrusting, but she didn't mind…she just kept me inside her, kept me heavily, till she came, and then I did too, and the Buick was filled once again with rich fragrance. We cleaned it up—used a lot of tissues—but even that was exciting and we had to have it away again .